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STORYTELLERS<br>
And the man walked through the acrid ash of heaven<br>
To the smoldering tree destroyed by Father's wrath<br>
And he carved from it a staff <br>
To lean on in the aftermath<br>
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And the man and woman went out from the garden<br>
And when they turned to look, the pathway back was gone<br>
So they turned and set their eyes<br>
To the land that lies beyond...<br>
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Red rock and outcrop stone <br>
And the sun glares off a bleaching bone<br>
There's no comfort or softness here<br>
There's only the wasteland<br>
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The land of the hunter, the stalker, and the skinner<br>
Where you're either the diner or the dinner<br>
And the line between man and beast keeps getting thinner<br>
In the wasteland<br>
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In the wasteland, the land laid waste<br>
Fruit of knowledge has a bitter taste<br>
But the bliss of ignorance can never be replaced<br>
It's lost in the wilderness<br>
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And there came a day, in a chilly rain<br>
A child was born in sweat and pain<br>
But they loved him still and they called him Cain<br>
Of the wasteland<br>
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In the wasteland, the land forlon<br>
Two more years and one more morning<br>
There's another cry heard and another boy born<br>
To be lost in the wilderness<br>
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Heat-baked and dust storm-driven<br>
And one false step stays unforgiven<br>
And all that you know is you weren't made to live in<br>
The wasteland<br>
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